❝I bet I can make you feel pain.❞ ❝I'd like to see you try.❞

Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he's found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is. (please keep in mind that this has not been edited as I am just posting it over here for the people who asked for it)

[ SHORT STORY ] arachibutyrophobia; (noun) a fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of one's mouth ▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一 louis doesn't like peanut butter, yet harry always insists that he tries it. ♡ story idea credit to: GerardBaby ♡

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

"Oh, my boy, but what is heavier; a crown or a heart?"

"According to you....I'm stupid. I'm useless. I can't do anything right. But according to him! I'm funny, I'm perfect, he can't get me out of his head." Harry Styles, 15 year old boy from Holmes Chapel has always dreamed of being a rockstar. Him and some friends from school form a band, and what better way to become famous then entering a battle of the bands? Their band is called White Eskimo. They practice every day and work as hard as they can, Harry wanting to improve his vocals so he doesn't hold the other boys back. Louis Tomlinson, 17 year old from Doncaster loves pop music. He's cheeky, he's funny, and from the outside seems happy. He is in a band called the Rogue. They are inspired by music like Ed Sheeran and Bruno Mars. Louis has a gentle voice, and he has a large amount of talent. The only problem is he doesn't realize how good he is. When both bands enter a battle of the bands, they're supposed to be enemies. They have to be enemies. But what happens when Harry falls desperately in love with the older boy who wants nothing to do with him? Louis has two sides, the side when he's with his band and the side when he's with Harry. Harry knows Louis, and Harry wants Louis. Harry wants him bad.

Harry and Louis shouldn't have worked out. They just shouldn't have. or the one where Harry's a flower child with a disease, and Louis' skin becomes their story.

"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction